A/N-I apologize again for the lack of update. I hope this gets up faster…
Warning: Sarah's a little worked up at the beginning of this chapter. I don't think it's vital to read it but she does swear a lot. If you're not a fan of that it's probably okay to skip it.
On with the show.
"Who is he to say what assignments he does and does not do? Who is he to tell me to change it? He doesn't deserve in PVA anymore than I would deserve to be in fucking NSA! And what's worse; there is no way Mr. Hodge is going to let him out of the class so close to the end of the year. Why he wanted to be in it when he obviously doesn't care is beside me. But I don't want to hear from his fucking mouth that it's bloody-fucking immoral!" I kicked a locker and shifted my heavy bag on my wounded shoulder. "It's fucking bullshit! He thinks he's too good for it! He thinks he's too fucking good at acting to be working on something like this! Well if he wants to fuck around, he's just going to have to wait until he's not in a group with me! I'm not fucking failing because he wants to coast!"
Heather gave me a look. "Sarah, I know you don't like him but there isn't much you can do about him!"
"Fuck that, Heather! He busted up my shoulders! I'm going to be bruised for weeks. You remember when Nathan stepped all over my feet and messed them up! My left foot is still fucking bruised! I'm going to show him my shoulders and tell him that I'm thinking of suing!"
Heather laughed. "I don't think a 16 year old can sue someone… You can talk to your parents about pressing charges on account of abuse but I don't think you can sue…"
"Well then I'll just make him give me twenty bucks and force him to promise to work." I hunched my shoulders in an attempt to get the bag off of the pain when I walked into something big and hard.
I looked up and saw Emmet smiling sheepishly at me.
"I heard you complaining," He said. "What's up with this bruise you were talking about?"
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Why do you care?"
He glanced at Heather. "Because he's my brother and, when you consider…it, you have to be worried. Let me see."
I glared at him. He rolled his eyes. "Let me see!"
It was my turn to roll my eyes. I took my bag off my shoulder, barely holding back a sigh of relief and unzipped my hoodie.
Underneath, I was wearing a light blue tank top. The bruises were clearly visible on my pale skin. The imprints of hands on either side were obvious.
Heather gasped and Emmet growled. I slipped my hoodie back on and picked my bag up again. Before I could put it over my shoulder though, it was grabbed by a pale white hand from behind me.
I turned around, looking at one Edward Cullen. His eyes were cloudy and regretful. I glared at him attempting to get my bag back.
"You aren't in any condition to carry this," He said angrily.
"And I wonder why that is?" He blinked in surprise at my heated response. "It can't be because some vampire decided I reminded him of his ex girlfriend and freaked out because of a drama project. Oh no, not at all, after all, vampires are 'immoral'." I shook my head and yanked on the strap of my bag. This time, he let it go, sending it crashing to the ground and landing on my foot. "Fuck!" I cried. I yanked my foot out and hopped around holding onto it. "Fuck Edward! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"I was trying to help, Sarah," Edward snarled.
My eyes widened. Had I gone a step too far this time? His eyes wee blazing and very little of the pain I saw there usually was gone. It seemed to me that the only way for him to forget about this Bella girl was to get angry.
I frowned. "You seem sort of bipolar," I said conversationally.
"God Damnit, Bella!" He cried, looking passed me.
I rolled my eyes and began to walk away. I had barely gone a step when a heavy hand landed on my shoulder. I winced and swore; quite loudly, I might add.
I turned around and, lo and behold, Edward was standing there looking regretful again. I hissed at him angrily. "Would you stop doing that?"
"Sarah, I'm sorry," He said.
"You don't know how to treat a girl do you?" I asked.
"Bella.." He said carefully, "Bella was different. She was easy to read and yet… Not." He laughed at some inside joke that I didn't understand. "But you," He shook his head. "You're different. You seem to care whole heartedly that I am what I am. You seem to think that it's a blessing, not a curse. You seem almost… Obsessed."
My eyes widened. "You did not just say what I think you just said!" I turned around angrily and grabbed Heathers' hand. "Come on, we're obviously not wanted here." I dragged her away. Just before we reached the end of the hall, she turned and waved. I yanked on her hand and dragged her off to social.
"So," She started conversationally, "Edwards a vampire?"
A/N-I have no way to make the transfer from this scene into the next one… So I won't. This is just going to be a short ass chapter… Sorry!!